June is so gigantic
I have been walking out
Falling further every time
I'm lost and found
I caught the moon coming down
The side the hill
High on the reverie and the music
Of the wind
Butterflies and buzzards
In the heavy air
Lightning bugs light up the dusk
And disappear
I'm imagining tall mountains
Out of clouds
And dreaming on your
Honeysuckle mouth

INVIA LE CORREZIONI